Chapter 251: The student is better than the master, but one dancer is missing
Anyanda is not tall, but his head is not small.
Before he was seven years old, he was thrown into a tent by his stepfather without seeing the sun, and ate the same food as pigs every day.
When I was seven years old, my stepfather, who was addicted to alcohol, fell into a small ditch and drowned.
Only then did Anyanda regain his freedom.
Anyanda had a gift, and was particularly sensitive to murderous intentions... Later, a monk passed by the royal court, and when he saw him, he said that this young man had Buddha nature.
Anyanda scoffed at this statement, as he knew what the monks meant by Buddha nature.
During the time when he was locked in the tent without seeing the sun, he could only calm down by relying on his mother to recite scriptures outside the tent every evening.
Later, when I learned to recite scriptures, my mother never came again.
Once a person is able to calm down completely, his five senses will become particularly sharp, and he will be able to detect certain auras that ordinary people ignore.
"wrong!"
In an abandoned house in the north of the city, An Xinda, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly stood up.
He closed his eyes and felt it again.
Then he called his followers.
"Go out through the back door and see if you can contact Wang Chi and ask him when we can go back."
The attendant quietly went out through the back door.
After he left, An Xinda packed up some dry food and money and quietly climbed over the wall to leave.
He went next door!
When he appeared again, An Xinda had changed his appearance.
From the outside, he looked like a middle-aged man, carrying a shoulder pole.
He went around to the south of the city and even watched a circus for a while and gave some tips.
They got out of the city smoothly, and as soon as they got out, An Xinda quickened his pace.
He walked through the official road and crossed the dense forest, without looking for small paths, but just walked through the woods.
In the afternoon, An Xinda looked back in the direction of the capital and sneered, "See you later!"
Da da!
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard from the outskirts of the woods.
An Xinda's eyes narrowed and he turned and ran.
He ran quickly in the woods, easily crossing the bushes.
The sound of horse hooves came slowly from the path outside.
Like a shadow.
When the forest ahead came to an end, An Xinda stopped.
He panted, quickly catching his breath.
He took out his short knife, "Who?"
Da da!
The sound of horse hooves came around to the front.
It also blocked the sunset.
In the shadows, a rider slowly came in.
"You're running a little slow."
"Jiang Qingzhi!" An Xinda's eyes narrowed, "You... that's not right, why didn't you do it in the city?"
"I wanted to use you as bait, but I didn't expect that those people behind the scenes would remain indifferent."
Jiang Qingzhi patted the neck of the somewhat restless warhorse.
Behind him, Sun Chonglou and Mo Zhan held down the hilts of their knives. Sun Chonglou shouted, “Abandon your knives and kneel down!”
"You're not going to spare my life?" An Xinda said with a smile, "It seems that Lord Bo has a strong desire for revenge. This is also a weakness for a man who is good at using troops."
"I've been chatting with you for a long time. Have you had a good rest?" Jiang Qingzhi said impatiently.
"You want to do it yourself?" There was ecstasy in An Xinda's eyes.
He was willing to use his own life in exchange for severely injuring Jiang Qingzhi. When the news reached the royal court, his wife and children would receive the best care, and his son would inherit his power and even move up to a higher level.
"I am the pearl and you are the rubble. Have you ever seen the pearl collide with the rubble? Sabi!" Jiang Qingzhi pointed at him, "Catch him alive."
"Don't worry, Uncle, it's hard for him to die!"
Mo Zhan drew his sword and rushed forward.
As the knife flashed, Sun Chonglou moved his ears, "Master, someone is coming. Listen..."
Sun Bu Tong dismounted and lay down, his ears pressed to the ground, and raised his head and said, "Master, three riders!"
Sun Chonglou spurred his horse and turned around.
Sun Bu Tong and several guards immediately stood in front of Jiang Qingzhi.
Three men appeared on horseback.
"Shut up!"
The leading man had a pale complexion. He reined in his horse and squinted at Jiang Qingzhi, "Chang Wei Bo..."
"kill!"
Sun Chonglou had already rushed over, his broad long sword whistling towards him.
The man leaped from his horse and drew his sword in mid-air.
clang!
The man flew backwards and landed on the ground, saying in surprise: "What a great strength! Come on!"
The two men fought again, causing the two men to dismount and come over slowly.
"Stop!" Sun Bu Tong shouted.
"What if we say no?" a man said with a feminine smile.
Then, his expression changed drastically, "You guys actually brought a crossbow?"
Sun Bu Tong and several guards were holding small crossbows in their hands. He grinned and said, "Come on!"
On that side, the knife light flashed suddenly and then converged.
Mo Zhan carried An Xinda, whose arm was broken, over with one hand, "Uncle." Jiang Qingzhi glanced at An Xinda, "Prepare the rope."
An Xinda laughed, "Don't think you can get any information from me. Those tricks are just what I have left."
"I originally wanted to hang you, but your words made me curious. I want to see what your so-called methods are!" Jiang Qingzhi said lightly.
Bah!
Sun Chonglou slashed with his sword, and the man's sword suddenly broke after being ravaged. He retreated quickly and shouted, "Stop!"
Sun Chonglou turned a deaf ear and chased after him with his sword.
"Uncle, Long Wilbur..."
The other man cupped his hands and said, "We are from the palace."
"I've seen it a long time ago." Jiang Qingzhi said coldly: "You waited here but didn't reveal your identity. What do you want to do?"
The man smiled bitterly, "That's right...your loyal servant didn't give us a chance either."
Sun Chonglou chased his opponent so hard that he cried out in pain and shouted for him to stop.
"Stone!"
Sun Chonglou put away his knife and cursed, "You are a playboy. The young master said that it is useless to talk nonsense when dealing with people like you. Only by using a knife can you make them sing... conquer!"
Jiang Qingzhi was very upset. The man who was being hunted by Sun Chonglou came over and said, "My name is Wang Ze, and we are here to track him down."
Wang Ze was a little annoyed. They found someone coming out of the back door of the abandoned house and chased him. After following for a while, they found that the other party was waiting outside Wang Chi's house, so they arrested him. After torturing him, they found out that the real owner was An Xinda.
Now that he was in Jiang Qingzhi's hands, Wang Ze was too embarrassed to ask for it. "If there is a confession, can you give us a copy?"
"Who assigned you? Rui Jingxian?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
He thought Wang Ze was from the East Factory.
Wang Ze said contemptuously: "What the hell is the East Factory!"
"That's Daoye's man."
“Master Dao…” Wang Ze wanted to roll his eyes, but then he grabbed Sun Chonglou and refused to let go. “Your loyal servant’s martial arts look familiar to me. It seems like we inherited it from an old friend.”
"Who is the old friend you are talking about?" Jiang Qingzhi's heart moved.
He has always been guessing Fu Cheng's true identity. To have such outstanding martial arts skills, he must be no ordinary person in the palace.
But Fucheng is willing to live in seclusion in Suzhou Prefecture, which is not a normal choice.
"Guo Xiao!"
"Fucheng?"
"Do you know my master?" Sun Chonglou asked.
"It's him." Wang Ze said with emotion: "Back then, he and I were equally matched in the palace. I didn't expect that his disciple would..."
"You can't even beat me, and you say you're as good as my master." Sun Chonglou rolled up his sleeves, "Not convinced? Then let's fight again, this time with fists and feet."
"Really?" Wang Ze smiled sinisterly, "Whether you are hurt or not, don't go back and cry to your master!"
"My master will only tell me to train hard and fight back!"
"Then give it a try?"
Not long after, Wang Ze, who was covered in dust, rubbed his right shoulder, his face livid, "What on earth has this old fellow Fucheng figured out in these years? Damn it!"
He had only exchanged a few punches with Sun Chonglou when he felt his right arm was about to fall apart and the pain in his shoulder joint was unbearable.
Jiang Qingzhi has already started torturing people.
He just took a small knife. There were few people here, so there was no need to gag.
The screams sent chills down one's spine. A pale-faced man came over. Wang Ze asked, "What happened?"
The man shook his head. "Long Wilbur's methods of torture are...unique."
"No way!"
Wang Ze went to watch and was shocked.
It was just a small knife, and the young nobleman did not look ferocious or vicious. He even smiled, as if he was a friendly boy next door.
But wherever the knife went, An Xinda trembled all over and screamed sharper than a woman.
"I said, I said..."
Jiang Qingzhi continued to work.
Wang Ze couldn't help but say, "Chang Wei Bo, he confessed."
"I can't wait any longer, so I'll just hold on a little longer."
Wang Ze was startled and retreated out of the forest. He said to his companions, "I have a feeling that this lord has killed as many people as we have."
An Xinda confessed.
When the rope was put around his neck, An Xinda actually felt liberated and even wanted to kill himself quickly.
A eunuch whispered, "We have never seen such a cruel nobleman."
Wang Ze stood outside the woods and watched Jiang Qingzhi nod. Sun Bu Tong and others pulled the rope with all their strength and pulled An Xinda up.
He said, "Do you think that this young man who made Guo Xiao willing to be the housekeeper is really relying on his status as the cousin of His Majesty? Anyone who looks at him like this is not far from death."
Later, Jiang Qingzhi went to the palace to ask for an audience with Emperor Jiajing.
"There are several large tribes within Altan Khan who have always been veiled in obedience to him, and there have even been several clashes."
"I see that you feel a little regretful." Emperor Jiajing put down the Taoist book. He felt that every time he saw Jiang Qingzhi, his Taoist heart could not hold back.
"If the Ming Dynasty has 30,000 troops right now, no, only 10,000 elite troops that have been reorganized and have seen blood, I can lead them to fight my way out of the Nine Borders."
How long will the country last?
"I am very pleased that you have such thoughts." Emperor Jiajing said: "Altan is sharpening his sword, and the Ming Dynasty is also on the alert. I thought that the world would be peaceful for decades, but it seems that this is just wishful thinking."
"Your Majesty, peace comes from swords and guns." Jiang Qingzhi said: "Peace guaranteed by force can last long."
"The Ming Dynasty is not the former Song Dynasty, and I am not the emperor of the former Song Dynasty who was willing to be controlled by the literati. If there is a chance, I..." Emperor Jiajing's eyes were colder, "I will ride on the frontier... to celebrate."
"His Majesty."
"After the annual grand court meeting, I will entertain all the ministers and foreign envoys. The food and wine are naturally delicious and impeccable, but every time I drink, I feel like something is missing."
Emperor Jiajing looked at his cousin and said, "The songs and dances from the Han and Tang dynasties are missing!"
Jiang Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, "I will invite Altan to dance for Your Majesty."
"I'll wait and see!"
(End of this chapter)
